HBWnovel Chapter 1320: The Wedding Day
Chapter 1320: The Wedding Day
Chapter 1320: The Wedding Day
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
“This isn’t a condition,” he continued, shifting the conversation. “Heroes fell in battle, so the capital should support their families.”
Dominic Lowe’s demeanor grew serious.
This question wasn’t one to be taken lightly.
The soldiers at the front lines fought for the country, while he, Dominic, was tasked with guarding the rear.
It was his duty.
Luther Carden shook his head gently.
“What I mean is that the compensation conditions should be adjusted upward. If the capital’s treasury is short on funds, let me know how much is needed. I’ll take care of it.”
“How about doubling the compensation at all levels? What do you think?” After a moment of consideration, Dominic proposed.
Doubling the pension treatment at all levels would impose a significant burden on the capital.
But it was the right thing to do.
However, given the Northern Army’s numerous casualties over the years, the compensation would amount to a substantial sum.
Luther nodded in agreement.
“I’ll rely on you for this. The commander has always been deeply concerned about this matter. If anyone mistreats the family of a fallen hero, they’ll face severe consequences once the commander learns of it.”
“Understood,” Dominic affirmed, well aware of the Northern King’s character.
Braydon Neal harbored a sense of guilt toward those who had perished in battle, and this debt could only be repaid to their families.
“The second condition is to select the next successor,” Luther continued.
“What?” Dominic was taken aback.
The capital had invested considerable effort in grooming the sons of the Northern Army over the years.
What did Luther mean by selecting the next successor?
Luther and the others wanted to step down!
Now that the sons of the Northern Army had all reached the emperor realm, cultivation became even more time-consuming.
They all wished to step down.
It was crucial to understand that the sons of the Northern Army bore immense responsibility for the world.
However, Luther’s voice softened as he spoke, “The rebellion of the 3,000 ruins will happen in less than ten months. In the face of this daunting storm, who knows how many will perish in battle? The men of the Northern Army are human too. For us, meeting death on the battlefield may well be our final fate.”
The millennium-old imperial decree was on the verge of ending!
If the 3,000 ruins were to revolt... the inhumane forces would surge forward.
The Northern Army’s warriors had no alternative but to defend Hansworth.
The path ahead appeared to be a dead end.
Yet, they must press on!
“Hidden cultivator of Mount Karawu congratulates you on your marriage, leader of Hansworth!”
With this simple sentence, Braydon’s identity was unveiled – the leader of Hansworth, bearing the esteemed Great Hansworth Seal.
At Braydon’s wedding, numerous prominent figures graced the occasion.
However, Braydon scarcely had a moment to acknowledge their presence, as the Northern Army sons approached to greet him.
A plethora of congratulatory gifts amassed in a corner of the manor, signaling to the world that the Northern King had embarked on matrimony.
From a young age, the Northern King had captivated Hansworth, his renown extending far and wide.
While many geniuses had flourished briefly before fading into obscurity, Braydon’s ascent to monstrous prowess was relentless.
No matter how the country’s various entities and the hundred nations attempted to stifle him, this behemoth could not be contained.
At the wedding venue within the manor, Dominic assumed the role of host, his face radiant as he presided over the union of the newlyweds.
In a departure from tradition, Braydon and Heather’s ceremony eschewed the customary homage to heaven and earth, opting instead to honor only their parents.
The notion of revering heaven and earth held little significance for Braydon and his cohorts.
Thus, the customary ritual was foregone entirely.
After years of delay, the wedding ceremony was finally realized.
However, amidst the festivities, all the esteemed figures gathered understood that this celebration might serve as the sole solace for Heather.
For Braydon, time was scarce.
In ten short months, calamity loomed.
If they did not seize this moment for the wedding, the opportunity might never present itself again.
Even the most formidable emperors could offer no assurances of survival in the impending catastrophe.
The manor teemed with guests.
Within the three-story villa...
“Luke, I want to meet them at the Bright Hall in half an hour,” Braydon murmured softly, standing before the window with hands clasped behind his back.
“It’s all set,” Luke replied nonchalantly, munching on a cucumber.
Heather, now out of her wedding attire, stood beside Braydon, her voice gentle as she inquired, “The representatives of the hundred countries are assembled in the manor. What is it that you wish to discuss with them?”
Braydon turned to face his wife and said, “The hundred representatives are hidden agents.”
His revelation left Heather wide-eyed.
The representatives of the hundred countries were hidden agents?
Among them were Haven Downing of the Alpha Empire, Jaziel Sherman of the Delta Empire, Lavon Faulkner of the Zeta Empire, and Jovon Stanton of the Theta Empire.
All eminent figures within their respective countries.
Were they all hidden agents of the Northern Army?
While the Northern Army’s hidden agents extended worldwide, this revelation was profoundly unsettling.
In the manor, representatives from various nations engaged in conversation, united by their covert allegiance to Northern Army’s hidden agents.